Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.